Mortimer White

Merciful sun, give me the strength to live until tomorrow. This night is dragging on too long. It's too painful to breathe this cold, rarefied air. Too alien and indifferent are the gazes of these icy, prickly stars upon me.

And then there's Her... Beautiful. Hungry. Golden. Everyone calls her the Great Mouse, but I call her "golden death." She loves luxury and red velvet, chains, orange and yellow silk, sweets, and of course, love. She drowns in love. Or rather, in its carnal form.

I have always been horrified by such an insatiable need for physical pleasure. How can one so recklessly and frivolously squander

one's body, squander beauty, revel in passion, and spend, spend oneself on fleeting pleasure.

She... never slept with me.

***

The minutes stretch long and viscous, like molasses. I freeze behind a thin, lacy wall of opaque, carved amber, not daring to cross the threshold and enter the large room.

— Ah...

I hear a muffled female voice moaning sweetly, and as if in reality, I see parted scarlet lips and half-closed eyes with long black lashes. Everything in my lower abdomen twists and tightens. Damn.

— Potch... ha... sunshine... where are you?

— Ahem, here, Your Majesty.

I step out from behind the wall and find myself in a spacious hall with high vaulted ceilings and a shiny black stone floor. Instead of a bed—furs and pillows. Instead of partitions—columns and silk curtains hanging from the ceiling. Gold everywhere and a pleasant yellow light, flowing from somewhere unclear, yet not disturbing the reigning honeyed semi-darkness.

The girl turns her head towards me and, without stopping the rhythmic movements of her hips, smiles lazily. Her small but beautiful and full breasts sway, and diamond-like droplets of sweat glisten on her skin between her collarbones. She sits astride her gentleman and is not the slightest bit embarrassed by her appearance. A shiver runs through me and I involuntarily grow hot.

— I want chocolate.

She looks directly at me. Her golden eyes gleam. In their depths, I see subterranean fire and inhuman strength. The shimmer of her iridescent iris sucks me in, enchants me, and takes me captive unconditionally. I hear my own quiet, bleating voice.

— Yes, Your Majesty.

— See that you don't let it melt, or I'll make you lick every drop off the floor.

— Yes, Your Majesty.

I repeat like a fool, nod, bow, feeling pathetic and simultaneously sweetly aroused. The threat, against my will, gives rise to a growing desire in my head to slip up, to do wrong, to spill the stupid chocolate on the floor. And then get on all fours and lick, as if physically feeling Her attentive gaze upon me. She teases me and uses her advantage.

Woman... why did God create her like this? Why punish man to suffer and agonize, humiliating himself and indulging fleeting desires, foolishness, and whims. But how to disregard it? How to resist temptation?

I turn around and walk away from the room. Moans and the melodic jingling of golden bracelets, whispers, and laughter sound behind my back.

The chocolate is ready. A silver dominion cup clinks on a small round tray. My hands are shaking from the excitement or even fear that has gripped me. My head is buzzing, overflowing with thoughts, my chest is heaving. I've gotten too nervous. I mustn't. I can't be like this. I must remain calm, otherwise She will win.

I adjust my grip on the tray more comfortably and straighten the collar of my loose white shirt. It's just a woman, a twenty-year-old girl in beads and chains on her naked body... A damn beautiful naked body.

I shake my head angrily and walk firmly to the chambers. The main thing is to keep myself in check, not to give in under any circumstances. Better not even to look into her eyes. Not to look in her direction at all... but how?

Here is the doorway, or rather, the arch that replaces it. The same golden light pouring from the hall, but there are more male voices. Did she really manage to call more lovers? When did she have time? How much is enough? This is absolutely...

— Potch! I'm losing patience, dear.

I flinch, enter.

On the floor, in the very center of the room, half-hidden by a hanging transparent curtain, lies the Mouse. A soft brown fur beneath her, gleaming with expensive luster. The queen's golden hair is spread across the dark, cold slabs. She smiles contentedly and spreads her perfect long legs, allowing a naked, swarthy guy to settle more comfortably between them, grabbing her hips.

I turn away.

— Ahh...

It didn't help.

— Mm... deeper, darling.

I squeeze my eyes shut. I grip the tray with my fingers, causing the silver cup to begin trembling and ringing.

— The chocolate, Potch.

— Yes, Your Majesty.

I take a deep breath and head back. There are indeed two more men in the room—one human, the other, like me, a half-breed. He glances at me briefly and for some reason quickly turns away. What's that about?

— Didn't spill it?

— No, Your Majesty. Everything as you sai...

The one I recognized as human made an imperceptibly quick movement, and the tray flew out of my hands like a bird. I only managed to follow its short flight with my eyes, and then squeezed my eyes shut when I heard a deafening metallic clang.

— Oh, dear, dear...

— Your Majesty!

I turned fearfully towards my mistress and broke my own promise not to look into her eyes. At the moment my gaze met hers, she was just arching her back flexibly, taking the hot male flesh inside herself, and exhaling sweetly with pleasure. I realized I was lost and done for. The golden eyes burned me, commanded me, brought me to my knees, then onto all fours, and I began to lick the floor near her hands, helplessly, insanely, languishing with physical yearning. <а hrеf="">erotic stories The chocolate puddle was small and took me only a few seconds. I raised my senseless gaze in search of a missed drop and, oh my god, I found it. Even two drops, and right on the soft girl's breast.

— What a greedy boy.

Her hand rises and touches my lips. I blush and tremble.

— Do you know why I never fuck you?

I'm not thinking straight anymore, so I just stupidly shake my head like a puppy, looking at my mistress with devotion and adoration.

— Because I like your thirst. You're just oozing desire, emitting it, filling the air with it.

At that moment, the man speeds up and thrusts his cock deeply, rhythmically into the welcoming, wet pussy.

— Haa... m... oh...

The girl closes her eyes and opens her mouth, arching and beginning to move in rhythm with the thrusts. The two who were standing approach. One kneels near her head, the other positions himself at her side. They begin to fuck her. The three of them. In sync, deeply, silently. Three unfamiliar guys spread her legs, her buttocks, knead her beautiful breasts, kiss her thin lips, lick the sweet juice flowing from her excited vagina.

I can't tear myself away from this sight. I'm on all fours and watching.

Bracelets jingle, the girl ends up in the same position as me. Now only one is fucking her, while the other two finish vigorously on her back. She lifts her head and looks at me cheerfully. There are only a few centimeters between us, so I feel her hot breath on my face. A golden strand falls and tickles my cheek.

— May I kiss you?

— Do you really want to kiss me?

— Um... ahem, sorry, I didn't think.

— And if you think about it, you won't want to anymore?

— Uh... sorry, I...

— You're a complete idiot, Potch.

The Mouse Queen gets up, walks around me, and sits on top. I feel how hot she is even through my clothes.

— It's a shame you didn't bring me the chocolate. I would have eaten it and wanted more. And when I want more, I lose my head and turn into a real, dripping slut.

She lies down on me and puts her head on my chest, tracing her finger along my exposed neck.

— Would you want a slut like me, Potch?

I can't answer anything. Her power or magic has completely bound me and turned me into a willless doll, leaving only my eyes alive, which at that moment were darting and gleaming.

— You do. I know you do. Everyone does.

The girl pouts her lips discontentedly.

— But I want there to be someone, not like that. Someone purer and nobler. So that long-awaited sex would be a gift, and a kiss—magic or a promise.

She rises again, straightens up, and quite calmly feels with her fingers my cock, which has long been swollen and standing rigid. Thoughtfully strokes up and down, causing a sweet shiver to immediately run through my entire body. She, of course, notices this.

— I will never sleep with you.

The golden gaze becomes prickly again and chills my soul. This woman has completely taken possession of me, my fate, and my very life. I feel how the pulse of my existence on this strange land beats in her elegant palms. Her words become law. Her thoughts fill the air I breathe. Her scent penetrates the tiniest pores of my body and spreads its long, transparent roots within it. I voluntarily became her slave and agreed to any fate.

***

The rising sun colored the world first scarlet, then russet, and finally, golden-yellow. The horizon shone with purity, and the air above the clouds was again cold and rarefied.

— Potch! Did you prepare my bath?

I turn around, bow politely and gallantly, smile softly.

— Yes, mistress.

— I hope the girls are already there?

— Mmm... that's excellent. I'm in just an incredibly kissy mood!

A light, bright smile appears on my face again, and I bow. The Mouse looks on benevolently but says nothing and leaves. I straighten up and glance back at the round yellow disc hanging in the sky.

— A good beginning to this day. May it be good, for afterwards, night will fall again, and it's unknown how many stars will go out to feed one single insatiable sun.

I turn away and follow the girl. Handsome, kind, noble, courteous, and always polite. I am the one who brings stars on silver trays. My name is Mortimer White, and this is my story.

21.02.2017